Soup Spoon Poems - Poems about Soup Spoon

...Passover’s coming so soon, so soon In two more orbits of the moon, the moon Please take a matzo or a macaroon, macaroon And sing us a festival tune, tune... At least matzo ball soup can’t ......Read the rest...

... Our beliefs about politics, and matters with regard to faith do, likely more than anything, divide us into smaller camps. And yet it represents a chunk of who I am and what I think. S......Read the rest...

...Hello folks, I am your loyal fork - but had to laugh At a comment below' hard to find a loyal one nowadays', Fish knives are smelly, Many centuries ago, designed for the sharp edge, To be away f......Read the rest...

...Improper placement of a soup spoon topples a marriage gone wrong Recalling your voice in a war zone keeps my heart beating strong......Read the rest...

...Have you ever dined with a porcupine? I mean have had a meal, rather fine? Maybe not a dinner, but glass of wine? Did he prefer a soup spoon or a fork with tine? The reason I’m curious, please do......Read the rest...

...The hairiest arm came out of the pot and slapped me. I slapped it back, angry now, for without a head, How could the arm do that? My husband jumped out of his recliner. What are you making? He......Read the rest...

...On my way to the pub I was walking to the pub at sundown when I reach my destination the last pink rays on the sky was vanishing, a promise of a sunny tomorrow. On the road, I was overtaken by......Read the rest...

...One day in mid June, in far off Rangoon. The hand drawn baboon, a comic cartoon, Was flown to the moon, by hot air balloon. Then late afternoon, while in his pontoon. A massive mo......Read the rest...

...Peas on a soup spoon Bend back when no one's looking Aim high for the moon (Entry for "moon spoon" contest)......Read the rest...

...Multiply a horseradish with a jar of mustard and gain what exactly? A pickled onion? A beetroot? It's simply quite fascinating the divination of an oven glove. Materialistic bacon joints in a suit ca......Read the rest...

...Saturday Night Smoked cigarette butts in The cup of runny-mud-thick cold minestrone soup Half gone My inebriated head melts Into my numb hairless fingers, hang nails hung over from A sober we......Read the rest...

...Casarah Nance has been posting some poems with wonderful double entendres in the titles - here is mine for her Where would I be without my cup of tea The humble tiny teaspoon is the one for me Whe......Read the rest...